Luyện nghe bài hát Touch'n You (feat. Usher)

Rose huh, that's the problem with rap niggas
They don't know how to play it cool you
Mean it's a and place for everything
Been bout you all day
Right now, is about that
Look how you turn me on baby (They when you talk to em)
(If you something)
Seeing is believing (Ursher baby) the lights on

She on me, biting on my bottom lip (Huh)
In the gallery all I get is buy me
on the phone until the break of dawn
Combination to her home, I gotta make her
Mean hustle got me all this fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she touching money
So sexy in them all black heels
50 stacks in her bag so she know real
Top off the now we thugged out
Smoking on Cali' bumping 2Pac
me against the world now what's your phone number?
Jumping in that range rover and I'm over

(Fuck'n you) thinking 'bout you all day
Still can't get my mind off body
I'm day dreaming (Fuck'n you)
Look how you turn me on
'Cause nobody compares to your
Every you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
And every you let me
compares to your body, yeah

I think I put a ring on it
I I wanna tat her name on me (tat tat tatted up)
I had a lot of sexy women, but is not the same for me
Bounce, love it how she make it bounce!
petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced
I love it when she speak a different
I touch her in so many angles
Born stunna and my baby so
Niggas want her, but she find them so
I'm getting money, living like the wanted
She all I ever needed, now Usher it

(Fuck'n you) Been thinking you all day
Still get my mind off your body
Day bout (Fuck'n you)
Look how you me on baby
Nobody to your body
Every you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
Let me and time you let me
Nobody compares to your body,

champagne for my dime piece
In the sheets you know I her like a 9 piece
In the streets you know I'm eating like a lion
Lick a nipple tryna all the finer things
Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle
Big dreamer, new beamer, the realest nigga
Cover of the source, of the Porsche
Killing all haters, showing no
Knocking at the door, she recognize the
I'm not them other boys, she know I shine the
She a lot I know she on the go
Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let's a toast

(Fuck'n you) thinking 'bout you all day
Still get my mind off your body
I'm bout (Fuck'n you)
Look how you turn me on
'Cause compares to your body
Every you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
Every you let me
compares to your body, touch